When we entered Canada it was NO big deal—didn’t even ask if we had weapons or stow-aways so expected the same when we came back into our own country. Boy, was I wrong. They asked me to stand to see if the face on the passport was the one in the passenger’s seat. THEN, we were boarded and he headed straight to our bedroom and bathroom. Looking for stow-aways, I suppose. Because of his disappointment, he opened the frig and had a heyday asking about produce, when and where it was purchased, and picked up my treasured home-grown tomatoes (of which I could eat my weight) and said he’d need to toss them. I was up and outa my seat like a shot and stood face to face with him begging him to please spare my treasures to which he agreed. He asked me to cut them in half (what could be hiding in there?) so I did AND ate them on the spot. While he was inside our coach, his partner was looking into our car. Glad we didn’t make their day. Canada’s check-in I expected to be difficult and thought USA’s would be easy. Au contraire.
Our 3 week visit to Canada is over and we’re back on home turf. Canada, especially Nova Scotia and Cape Breton in particular, was truly delightful. We hope to return someday. Absolutely LOVED it!
We hiked Bangor Forest and have NO idea what this is near the turning leaf. If you know, please enlighten me. There are leopard frogs here that resemble this unidentifiable thing. Wanted to poke it and see if it moved but didn’t want to hurt it if it is the frog and if a fungus, didn’t want spores flying around.
|Bangor City Water Front|
|South Twin Mountains Lake
Got quite a few “busies” taken care of while in Bangor then off to Gorham, NH, our hub for visiting areas nearby.
|New friends, Debbie and Carl. After we made each others’ acquaintances, it was only a few minutes till we felt we’d known them forever. Aren’t they cute!|
|B & Me without enough layers
READ THE SIGN!!!
We went to the top of Mount Washington, the highest peak in the NE US, 6288 feet, dragging new friends, Debbie and Carl with us. This mountain is known for its erratic weather. The ranger told us that the only building at the top had to be secured with chains into the rocks because the wind is so strong. I thought they were kidding. I guess I’m the only joker. This is the Presidential Range of the White Mountains.
|And here’s the chained down building|
After that escapade, the 4 of us did a bit of hiking to waterfalls that they knew about. There’s something about waterfalls and sunsets that can’t seem to satiate me.
The morning we left Gorham, I needed to get in just one more jaunt through the woods. I don’t ever want to live in the country but I DO love the woods, the smell of decaying limbs and leaves, the cacophony of tumbling brooks, symphony of our feathered friends, the rustle of leaves as a chipmunk flees my big size 8’s. Told Bill I was just going to walk the campground and would be back soon. Would’ve been a woman of my word except I saw a clearing with a sign–Shelbourne Basin Trail–so off I went. The trail was rocky and rooty and a gradual steady incline. Then…I heard rushing water over rocks…and picked up my pace. I took so many pictures and like sunsets…they’re difficult to delete. The water, in photo, looks sort of tannic but it, in ‘real life’ was crystal clear.
Several times I left the trail to go down and play in the water that was a tad “refreshing”.
|Tiny Little Mushrooms|
|He snagged this one at the Pancake Parlor|
|This beaut was at the Flume Gorge Visitors Center|
Isn’t this the most darling man you’ve ever seen. We’re on a trail dressed in our hiking grubbies and this little bow-tie clad gentleman is shuffling toward us. I HAD to tell him I loved his bow tie (nobody wears ties anymore but love seeing a man in a hand-tied bow tie) and asked him he minded if I took his picture. He was delighted.
|Sentinel Pine Bridge built from the pine by the same name|
|Interesting hollowed out pine tree|
|View from tram going up Cannon Mountain. Echo Lake below.|
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